skyler-campbell:
Aftermath |Dom + Skyler|
Skyler had tried to stay strong. She’d tried to stay strong for herself, and for Dominick. She didn’t want to see him worried. She would be fine. It wasn’t the physical scars that continued to linger that were affecting her, but also the mental. The things she’d done were tearing her apart inside. She made her way to the room, when she heard the crash. She jumped a little bit, but then realized it wasn’t even close to being directed at her. She bit her lip, and walked over to her Master, placing a hand on the side of his face. “It’s not nothing,” she whispered softly. “Talk to me. It’s…it’s okay,” she murmured softly. She leaned forward, pressing her forehead against his. “I can take it. I’m here,” she whispered softly, closing her eyes.
The touch of her hand... it was heaven for him. For a moment he felt everything was gone, he felt as good as before and he just hinted a smile for her, purring against that caress as Edgar would do for her. But as soon as she talked... Dominick opened his eyes and frowned to her, taking a step back from her touch that was distracting him from that rage he was feeling was growing deep in his soul. “I’m pretty sure we said to never lie to each other when we started this relationship.” He said, almost growling, reaching down to take the glasses from the floor. “Don’t you think I am well aware you are that strong? You’re the strongest person I know... But you have also a good heart there. They forced you to not only be tortured. No.. they forced you to be the executioner. The tormentor.” He threw the shattered glasses in the trash and took another one to fill it with whiskey. “One thing is me guiding you to that darkness, taking you by the hand and showing you what happens, what it is, what it feels. But they... they just...” He took a deep breath, not wanting to break another glass. “I allowed them to. I am just as guilty.”













